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Lets write are own Series ThreeIf we all choose a story we wanna write and put its episode number, title and your name (eg. Episode One- The Land of Evil - By The Doctor) and then i can add it to this post. The write a plot Syphonis and i can add that to this post aswell and we'll have series three in no time. Oh and unless anyone is particaulyl desperate, i though we could do the ast two once everything else is done so.
Epiode One- ?
Epiosode Two- ?
Episode Three- The Living Gunk- By The Doctor
The Doctor and Rose arrive on present day Earth, where they discover that an UFO has crashed into an abandoned factory in Wales. Meeting up with Mickey, teh Doctor and Rose go to investigate the goings on and meet up with UNIT who are trying to keep the event quiet, When the Doctor gets inside he discovers a sludge red liquid which is growing in the shape of a dome. The Doctor finds out from Brigadear James Marchall that the red gunk has been growing since it arrived on Earth three days ago and they can't seem to stop it. The Doctor recognises it and informs Mickey and Rose that it is infact from the planted Orsion 8 and is a growing organism. He claim that it is still in early stages, but it will be fully grown soon and will begin whatever it has been told to do. As the red gunk seems to have completed growing The Doctor and Rose enter inside, and discover the Reds tgings sinister plan....to keeps growing until it covers earth, and then use it as a spacship to destroy all it can
As The Doctor and Rose escape from inside the den, The red stuff has formed a control panel and is planning to complete its plan by growing quikcer. The Doctor realising what he must do, enters the den again and fill the energy globes that are pumping chemiclas that help the gunk to grow with freezing water. As the water is pumped round the stuff, it freezes (due to the extra clod inside of the creature, according to UNIT which has been monorting the inside and outisde of the creature.) and expands, which casues it to explode. The Doctor and Rose leave leaving UNIT to clear up.
Episode Four and Five- ?
Episode Six- ?
Episdode Seven-
“Last time we met I told you that this, the third time of our paths crossing, would be the last… Did I not?” muttered Boe slowly.
“You did. I am the last of the Timelords; you are the last of Boekind. We are both alone in this vast universe.” The Doctor solemnly droned. The words were still hard to say. They still burned his throat as he spoke them, like being forced to eat hot ashes.
“And did I not convince you that I had four words to say specifically to one like me. Four words to you?” grumbled the huge head from inside its fluid-filled tank.
“You did.” said The Doctor, now subconsciously slowing his words to match Boe.
“Well then I have done my part!” Boe retorted with a hint of malice and victory in is voice.
“Yes; quite. Shall I; err; ask my friend, here, to leave? – Rose could you; err–” gestured The Doctor while not taking his eyes off Boe.
“You’ve been over and over what I should do! – Don’t worry, I’ll leave you two boys alone!” Rose mused with her tongue in her cheek and raised her eyebrows. She stepped outside the white marble room backwards and closed the doors in a way that just allowed her to get the last possible peek at The Doctor she could.
She sighed to herself and then forgot to keep breathing. She wasn’t in the corridor anymore. She wasn’t inside the TARDIS either. Grass was being violently blown in all directions at once it seemed and nearby park-swings were being shaken in a deadly manner.
The apartment block no more than Four hundred metres away was home to her home. Or was it home to her home away from home? It didn’t matter; she knew she was near her Mum and Mickey!
She decided to temporarily forget about getting here and The Doctor. She would go and see her Mum and have a nice cup of tea.
She decided to temporarily forget about going and see her Mum and having a nice cup of tea and decided to divert her attention to the sky. Meteors were falling. No not meteors, these were metal. Metal? -- Meteors? Metal-meteors? What for?
Rose found out. As a huge metal-meteor which must have been the size of London loomed overhead and floated as many smaller metal-meteors were plummeting from it’s numerous hatches at accelerated rate.
As each of the barbed spheres hit the ground it waited but a second before scattering itself in a violent explosion ranging about two meters in diameter.
One metal-meteor was heading straight for Rose’s flat. The flat she shared with her Mother. She couldn’t stop it. It was inevitably going to hit. Nothing could stop it could it?
……No……
With a devastating crash and a wide spray of debris, the flats began to crumbled and folded on top of each other like so many dominoes and cards combined in a devastating amount of smoke. Smoke already rising above twice the height of the building that had recently stood there.
This was far from an isolated event in the City
“SAL take evasive manoeuvres.” bellowed the Captain.
“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“What the hell can you do!?” repeated Captain Harkness for his Fourth time. “--Wait let me guess: “Take a look at the manual”?... Again? For the Fourth time?”
“Yes. Please do.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Well I got news for ya again Missy. There is no manual!” explained Jack. “There is still no manual! There is a complete lack of manuals on board! The amount of manuals onboard is one, and that is for the coffee machine. There are exactly zero manuals for the ship, for you, on board.” Jack yelled. He thought to himself for a second. Then aloud: “There are exactly zero coffee machines on board now I come to think of it.”
“For instructions on how to order a new manual, please consult the manual.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Tell ya what, you steer us away from that space distortion and I’ll by a new manual!” offered Jack.
“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Well then, I’ll tell you what –“
“Ship approaching on collision course from starboard side.” reported the Artificial Intelligence. Indeed there was although there was no actual way of giving Jack visual proof. After all, this ship was a cheap vehicle, used for getting from point ‘A’ to nearly point ‘B’ before breaking down.
“Specifications?” ordered Jack.
“Life support functional. Hull unprotected. Scanners offline, it is 100% probable that it will not have detected our presence.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Hull unprotected? SAL could we, sorry I, survive a collision from it?” queried Jack. “And what about it?”
“92% probability of survival of Captain Jack Harkness. 5% probability of survival of unidentified ship from collision.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Life signs?” demanded Jack.
“Two life signs aboard.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Two lives for one?” comprehended Jack. “Species?”
“One unknown species. One human…
“One human life sign matches database entry.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Who is it!?” demanded Jack hastily.
“Rose Marion Tyler of Earth. 99% probability of ship being: TARDIS.
Estimated time until collision: Sixty seconds.” reported the Artificial Intelligence…
“Oh God and you run on Windows time don’t you?” worried Jack.
“Yes.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Then we only have Thirty seconds until collision” Sighed Jack…
Episdode Eight - ?
Episode Nine and Ten-
Episode Eleven-?
Episode Twelve and Thirteen- ?
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kat
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ahem, i think you mean ORGANISM
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The Doctor
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Thanks 
You gonna have a go Kat?
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kat
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i've got an idea for a victorian era episode set in india or another colony, i'll have a proper think about it and write it down, that could be our episode 2 if we're going with the familiar format
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sciscens
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I'm thinking up a story where the Doctor and his commpanions visit the middle ages and meet with an alchemist. It doesn't take long to find out the man has evil plans. The people say that the man serves the devil in exchange for the dark knowledge of alchemy. The Doctor intends to find this devil and off course it appears to be some alien.
Not entirely sure how to tell the story yet, so I'm gonna think about it.
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The Doctor
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Kl, we are getting there!
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The Doctor
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Anymore ideas?
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Deako
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I'm drafting up a story featuring Captain Jack and The Master! 
It'll be a while, because I want to read my 3 DW (DT) books first...  *
*Edit: Forget that sentence.
Edit 2: Ooh, and btw, The Face of Boe is in it too.
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Deako
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Righty-o then, screw the reading-of-the-books and the draughting-of-the-what-I'm-going-to-type (And my English teacher)etc.
Iv'e gone and thrown myself in at the deep end, after strapping myself to a cinder block. -- That's right. As of yet there is no beginning and no end, just a middle.
'A', sorry 'The', rather riveting section of my story is below.
As you can see I have broken from tradition and am going for a full story, not just a short gripping plot summary... Which now I think of it, mine is just more to bore you with I suppose! 
Gerry, could you make this episode (lucky) 7 in our list?
Anyways, here it goes:
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“Last time we met I told you that this, the third time of our paths crossing, would be the last… Did I not?” muttered Boe slowly.
“You did. I am the last of the Timelords; you are the last of Boekind. We are both alone in this vast universe.” The Doctor solemnly droned. The words were still hard to say. They still burned his throat as he spoke them, like being forced to eat hot ashes.
“And did I not convince you that I had four words to say specifically to one like me. Four words to you?” grumbled the huge head from inside its fluid-filled tank.
“You did.” said The Doctor, now subconsciously slowing his words to match Boe.
“Well then I have done my part!” Boe retorted with a hint of malice and victory in is voice.
“Yes; quite. Shall I; err; ask my friend, here, to leave? – Rose could you; err–” gestured The Doctor while not taking his eyes off Boe.
“You’ve been over and over what I should do! – Don’t worry, I’ll leave you two boys alone!” Rose mused with her tongue in her cheek and raised her eyebrows. She stepped outside the white marble room backwards and closed the doors in a way that just allowed her to get the last possible peek at The Doctor she could.
She sighed to herself and then forgot to keep breathing. She wasn’t in the corridor anymore. She wasn’t inside the TARDIS either. Grass was being violently blown in all directions at once it seemed and nearby park-swings were being shaken in a deadly manner.
The apartment block no more than Four hundred metres away was home to her home. Or was it home to her home away from home? It didn’t matter; she knew she was near her Mum and Mickey!
She decided to temporarily forget about getting here and The Doctor. She would go and see her Mum and have a nice cup of tea.
She decided to temporarily forget about going and see her Mum and having a nice cup of tea and decided to divert her attention to the sky. Meteors were falling. No not meteors, these were metal. Metal? -- Meteors? Metal-meteors? What for?
Rose found out. As a huge metal-meteor which must have been the size of London loomed overhead and floated as many smaller metal-meteors were plummeting from it’s numerous hatches at accelerated rate.
As each of the barbed spheres hit the ground it waited but a second before scattering itself in a violent explosion ranging about two meters in diameter.
One metal-meteor was heading straight for Rose’s flat. The flat she shared with her Mother. She couldn’t stop it. It was inevitably going to hit. Nothing could stop it could it?
……No……
With a devastating crash and a wide spray of debris, the flats began to crumbled and folded on top of each other like so many dominoes and cards combined in a devastating amount of smoke. Smoke already rising above twice the height of the building that had recently stood there.
This was far from an isolated event in the City…
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Deako
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Next part... Sorry First part. This would be the very beggining of the Story.
Tell ya what Gerry, Just write in the Title for now... Call it "Deako script.
"DEAKO SCRIPT" k?
When the story is complete, I'll tie it into one neat post and have Zhord or Sutekh dispose of the rest.
Btw, as I type I'm opening Microsoft Word to start writing a short Jack intro.
Anyways, here we go again:-
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Deako
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“Well I can’t stop it can I!?” stressed The Doctor.
“Well why not? What’s wrong with it this time!?” moaned Rose. She was getting constantly more agitated as time went by.
“Listen Rose. If I could stop the TARDIS I would. I assure you. But I can’t so you’d better deal with it.” Panicked The Doctor.
“Great, so we just die here do we?” muttered Rose, finally giving up. It wasn’t in her nature to just ‘give up’. But neither was it in The Doctor’s nature to panic.
“Nope. We don’t die here. The atoms of our bodies split and part ways a couple million miles over… err…” The Doctor paused in his sentence slightly and thought, however he didn’t refrain from hammering the TARDIS console. “…There.” He pointed.
“Oh great that helps.” Sulked Rose.
The TARDIS continued on it's drift towards destruction.
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Deako
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“SAL take evasive manoeuvres.” bellowed the Captain.
“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“What the hell can you do!?” repeated Captain Harkness for his Fourth time. “--Wait let me guess: “Take a look at the manual”?... Again? For the Fourth time?”
“Yes. Please do.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Well I got news for ya again Missy. There is no manual!” explained Jack. “There is still no manual! There is a complete lack of manuals on board! The amount of manuals onboard is one, and that is for the coffee machine. There are exactly zero manuals for the ship, for you, on board.” Jack yelled. He thought to himself for a second. Then aloud: “There are exactly zero coffee machines on board now I come to think of it.”
“For instructions on how to order a new manual, please consult the manual.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Tell ya what, you steer us away from that space distortion and I’ll by a new manual!” offered Jack.
“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Well then, I’ll tell you what –“
“Ship approaching on collision course from starboard side.” reported the Artificial Intelligence. Indeed there was although there was no actual way of giving Jack visual proof. After all, this ship was a cheap vehicle, used for getting from point ‘A’ to nearly point ‘B’ before breaking down.
“Specifications?” ordered Jack.
“Life support functional. Hull unprotected. Scanners offline, it is 100% probable that it will not have detected our presence.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Hull unprotected? SAL could we, sorry I, survive a collision from it?” queried Jack. “And what about it?”
“92% probability of survival of Captain Jack Harkness. 5% probability of survival of unidentified ship from collision.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Life signs?” demanded Jack.
“Two life signs aboard.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Two lives for one?” comprehended Jack. “Species?”
“One unknown species. One human…
“One human life sign matches database entry.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Who is it!?” demanded Jack hastily.
“Rose Marion Tyler of Earth. 99% probability of ship being: TARDIS.
Estimated time until collision: Sixty seconds.” reported the Artificial Intelligence…
“Oh God and you run on Windows time don’t you?” worried Jack.
“Yes.” reported the Artificial Intelligence.
“Then we only have Thirty seconds until collision” Sighed Jack…
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Ep 12 and 13Episode 12 - Two out of three are bad.
Episode 13 - The Army of Clones
Two out of three are bad.
Ep 12
By formally known as guest (RS)
PN this is a script.
Scene 1
A woman’s hand is surveying a large number of futuristic surgical implements. Stopping over one she picks it up,
Woman: Yes that will do.
(out side noise is rising from the streets, we can now see she is in a dimly lit room, although the period of this room does not reflect the instruments laid on the table she walks to what looks like a corps. But unlike a human corps it is blank. She finishes working,)
Woman: and now for the finishing touch.
(She produces a vial imitating a bright golden light, she inserts it in a large syringe above the corpses head and lowers, and after a few seconds the body starts regenerating. After a few seconds the blinding light dies down we see a man with black hair and a rather vindictive beard)
Man: (eyes still shut) Did it work.
Woman : well your talking to me…so one would but assume it worked.
Man: and the others…
Woman: patience, I have a cover to get the bodies.
(camera recoils through the building and out to the street were a sign above the woman’s shop reads. MRS LOVETTS FAMOUS MEAT PIES – 27 FLEET STREET.
Opening credits
Scene 2
Tardis.
Doctor: Well did that answer your question…
Martha: Well yes but you could have just told me… no need to take me to the moon landing
Doctor: Well I needed a break, I’ve beginning to get headaches…
Martha: You and me both.
Doctor: No it’s like, I don’t know, its almost small pieces of my past are re emerging.
Martha: well perhaps we should stop the tardis.
Doctor: Nah, don’t worry probably just coincidence. So where to next. Onimpi 2 I hear has been redeveloped as a solar spa…
Martha: doctor don’t take this the wrong way but I’m missing home a bit and...
Doctor: and you just want to see what’s happening.
Martha: If you don’t mind.
Doctor: No it’s understandable, you know what they say, there’s no place like home.
Martha: I m so sorry doctor…
Doctor: what about… this is my home.
(Doctor sets the controls in silence)
Scene 3:
18th century London
(a child is running down the street, he runs in to the man from the start of the story)
Man: look were your going you fool!
Boy: Sorry sir.
(The man heads toward the pie shop. Business is going well the woman from scene one is behind the counter, she sees the man and determinedly strides over to him.)
Woman: did you get it, did you get the scope.
Man: here it is (placing a bag on the table), it wasn’t easy to find with the primitive historical documents of this planet.
Woman: Don’t worry, with this well soon have the piece to the resurrection of our people. Now quick put this away.
Man: Anymore costumers for this evening (a sweep bumps him).
Sweep: sorry Mr Todd.
Man: that’s alright.
(The sweep continues up the stairs)
Woman: that your 5 o clock. Ill need the arms and the legs, he’s a drinker so the livers no good to us and the soots wrecked his lungs. Well have stake and kidney pie on special tomorrow.
Man:Excellent. When you get the chance run this (pointing at the object) through the data base.
(Man departs up stairs; the woman seeing continuing laps in patronage takes the scanner to the back room.)
Int. Back room
(In the centre of the room is what looks like a tardis control panel. She presses in some digits and begins fitting as she proceeds an image appears on the monitor, blurry at first but refining, it’s a police box in space.)
TBC
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Ep 12 continuedScene 4
Tardis Int.
(doctor finishing setting controles)
Doctor: Well there we go, just like you never left.
Martha: Thanks Doctor, I think Jake would be getting worried by now. I promised I’d be back within a week.
Doctor: well you’ll be there in two days.
Martha: right. Still not use to that. (glimpsing herself in the time roter)Look at me, I look like a train wreck. (She leaves).
Doctor: (tapping sound) Hmm, (slight jolt) ok that’s not good. (Suddenly there’s a large jolt) ahh. (The doctor collapses, visions begin appearing before him of the rani and all known masters, mean while the controls of the Tardis “time setter” are moving, the doctor loses conciseness. The last vision is a stone writing) {whispered}Not alone?
(Zoom out shot directly above the doctors limp body)
Scene 5
Ext. Fleet Street 18c
(a new sign is up “Todays Special Kidney Pies”)
Int. back room
Man: well… do we have a lock
Woman: Yes, now why aren’t you up stairs? We need more. If your plan is to work we need the bodies.
Man: If we weren’t stuck here we’d have more work able bodies, these are all ruined
Woman: You know why were here. Humans are adaptable for our prepose and we have cover, and I can manage with what I get.
Man: Fine! Call me when he arrives, I wish to enjoy every second of this triumph. (leaves)
Woman: Of course you do… (to a blank body) why I listen to him!
(The attic of the pie shop. Its musty, cobwebs littering the room, the man is staring at his razor. Behind him a new arm chair which looks out of place. A bell rings)
Man: Come in.
(A well dressed young man enters, he inspects his surroundings)
Man: Sir Berton, this is indeed an honour.
Sir B: These premises are less then befitting and yet people repeatedly tell me you are one of the best barbers in London.
Man: Word travels fast. Unfortunately my chair set me back a great deal of money, but I feel it was worth the spenditure. (Gestures to the seat).
(as he takes a seat a camera moves in the corner of the room)
Sir B:(through a monitor in the back room) In deed this is a most comfortable chair, my compliments.
Woman: he’s exactly what we need he’s a perfect specimen. No work well fed. Young.
(she watches the man shave sir berton)
Man: well was that to your satisfaction.
Woman: What is he doing…
Sir B: Yes it was, very good.
Woman: (yelling at the screen) why you are letting him go.
Sir B: you will soon have more of my patronage and that of every man I meet.
Man: thank you sir.
(Sir Berton leaves the attic)
The woman flicks a switch,
Woman: what did you do that for?
Man: Because he was a perfect body.
Woman: ok so why did you let him go?
Man: his friends will have perfect bodies. 20 more of them…
Woman: and we’d have the army.
Man: Exactly.
(lights start flashing a siren goes off)
Woman: He’s here.
Man: How far.
Woman: Six blocks due north.
Man: I’m leaving, prepare them.
Woman: Yes go on. I’ll be ready when you get back.
Scene 6
Int. Tardis.
(The doctor is coming round, Martha is kneeling next to him)
Doctor: well that was fun.
Martha: What happened to you, I go for two minutes and your on the floor.
Doctor: Ha Ha Ha, oh, ok so what happened, the tardis bumped.
Martha: No, you just collapsed.
Doctor: No the tardis, started shuddering.
Martha: (joking) Well I don’t know, were you in this tardis.
Doctor: No. No I wasn’t. that’s just it. It wasn’t this tardis.
Martha: well that’s new. So who’s was it.
Doctor: I don’t know but I’m certain its just out side of this door. (Exits)
Martha: No my house is just out side … (quick cut ext.) this…. Door… Doctor where are we.
Doctor: Don’t know. I guess London, 18 century.
Martha Why?
Doctor: Just a feeling
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Ep 12 cont.Scene 7
A figure walks the allies; all that is seen is his shadow. Pan forward, the doctors shoes appear.
Sir B: Oh, Sorry sir,
Pan up to face
Doctor: Not a problem, could have happened to anyone.
Sir B: So sorry sir, here have this (passes over money) looks like you could use it.
Doctor: Ah..
Martha: Thank you. Say thank you doctor.
Doctor. Thank you.
Sir B: Well, I must be off, if you want, I have just found the most wonderful barber, works on fleet st. you can put that money to good use.
Doctor: Ah..
Sir B: Well good bye.
Sir B runs off.
Doctor: Was it me, or was he making a non-verbal comment about my dress sense?
Martha: Well… you are getting a bit of a nine o’clock shadow.
Doctor: Oh, Thanks. Fine, you know that honestly rings a bell. (they start walking) A song, no…
Scene 8
The pie shop front, a bell rings.
Woman : Now what..?
Beedle: good afternoon mam,
Woman: Oh, beedle who are you.
Beedle: Fine, just fine. What’s the special.
Woman: Kidney. Very good too, smoked.
Beedle: Lovely, by the by, who is this Mr Todd who’s practicing above the pie shop, I don’t know him.
Woman: Oh, he’s my half brother, on my mothers side.
(Enter Todd)
Beedle: heres the man in question.
Todd: how may I help you, sir.
Woman: Oh he just wanted to know who you were.
Todd: I’m her half brother, on my mothers side.
Beedle: Ah.
Todd: Is that all. (beedle nods) very well. My next client should arrive soon.
Beedle: Well then I shall not deter you.
Todd: Thank you.
(Exits)
Scene 9
EXT pie shop.
Doctor: Now this IS familiar
Martha: You been here before?
Doctor: once in New York
Martha: but you said we were in London
Doctor: yeah, but how do I be in London and New York at once?
Martha: Ok Show off, how?
Doctor: Easy. Broadway.
Martha: Broadway, a song.
Doctor: No, a show! The daemon barber of fleet street. Sweeny Todd? I have to get you out more.
Martha: Daemon barber? What was he satan.
Doctor: No, he was a butcher, a murderer, no a butcher. He’d kill people send them
down to his land lady and let her make gourmet pies out of them.
Martha: Cannibalism, that’s not right. So why is this so brilliant.
Doctor: well no one knows why… and I want to.
Martha: and nothing I can say or do will persuade you not to.
Doctor: you could try.
Martha: I don’t think I’ll bother. Ok whats my job?
Doctor: the pie shop. Keep the land lady busy, I think her names Lovett.
Martha: and you’d be going…
Doctor: Up stairs, you heard the nice man I need a shave.
Scene 10
Todd’s shop.
Todd is looking in the basin in it the out side view, martha and more importantly the doctor, he moves a razor an Xray of the scene comes up.
Todd: The final part. Mrs Lovett… Mrs Lovett (lovetts image appears in the basin)
he’s here
Lovett: Where?
Todd: Just out side. As I predicted he has a companion, human, should I kill her?
Lovett: Leave her to me, her body is as good as any others.
Todd: Very well. When I am finished I’ll bring him down, have all the necessary
preparations in place and…
(a cough)
Doctor: sorry. Please feel free to keep talking… to the water.
Todd: I am so sorry, I was merely in a deep meditation. All the craze at the moment.
Doctor: Oh, meditate away please.
Todd: No, no, now I must attend to you, the client.
Doctor: how very considerate.
Bell rings Martha enters the pie shop. Lovett is behind the counter.
Lovett: Oh you poor thing
Martha: what?
Lovett: Look at you thinner then a twig you are.
Martha: (tensive) thanks
Lovett: tell ya what how about a pie, on the house?
Todds shop int.
Todd: not at all. Please have a seat.
Doctor: thanks, its one of those days, you just feel like your loosing your head.
Todd: of course it is.
Doctor: so hows the pie shop doing? Plenty of meat.
Lovetts shop int.
Lovett: we got kidney, liver, stake, tripe…
Martha: No thanks, I’ll live without.
Todds Shop int.
(todd is becoming agitated.)
Todd: A lot of red meat at the moment, not so much white. But that will soon change
I think.
Doctor: Defiantly. Just a trim, beginning to look a bit scruffy that’s all.
Todd: You always have, why you should change now Doctor.
Doctor: What? You’ve only known me two minutes, how do you know who I am?
Pie shop int.
Martha: look I’d better get going, I ve got a friend waiting.
Loud bump
Lovett: of course you do love. Id better get to the bake house any way.
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kat
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like it! i suppose i'd better get on with mine...
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